Free Sassy Ever After: Kissing Sassy (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Gracen Miller Page B

natural disaster you can conceive of.” She finger-quoted the word ‘natural’. “I can turn people into puppets, control them and through them destroy nations, rule the world if I wanted. It’s too much power, Theodore. Even I recognize that. There’s none powerful enough to govern us. All that power eats away at our sanity. We have a good thirty to forty years before we’re not just insane, but can become apocalyptic. The less we use our power, the slower the infection.”
    Panic settled into his chest, making it hard to breathe. If he understood her, she glamoured all the time, hiding her real features and her lineage, which meant she was always powered up, and using too much magic. “How old are you, Olivia?”
    “Thirty.”
    His heart skipped a beat, and his wolf howled. “Lael said something about a siren song helping you?”

ELEVEN
     
    Olivia
     
    The idea of defining a siren song sent her nerves skyrocketing. Olivia could deny the cosmic bond when it was just a mating and not a siren song too. “When we leave your house, we should stop at the grocery store and stock up. I need junk food.”
    “Not while they’re hot on your ass.”
    “I think they can only track my extreme power, like when I teleported. If they could track me , they’d have already come knocking on my door.” That had to have been air magic. Otherwise, that gift made little sense. Then again, all her magic had been innate and in that moment, she’d been jazzed up sexually and wanted privacy with him. But once again, she’d used magic successfully in his presence. That confused her, and lent more evidence to the belief that a siren song elevated a sorceress’ power. “They can track where it was used, but they’ll lose me after that. And even your witch friend said the same.”
    “Unless Jessie Barber has a decent nose and they get him to track who was at the barn.”
    “Are you always this paranoid?” That was the pot calling the kettle black when she was probably more paranoid than him most of the time.
    “Only when I’m guarding someone’s six or my mate’s sexy ass.”
    She snorted, but tingles of pleasure shuttered down her spine at his protectiveness. “Jessie wants to mate me too, and he can’t do that if I’m dead.”
    “Some wolves feel if they can’t have their designated mate, then no one can. Do you know for a fact his pack wasn’t the one that originally turned against you Keys?”
    The pack that worked with the original Gathering during the Key culling hadn’t been documented. And it’d be a little too coincidental for him to be part of the original pack. But given Jessie’s attacks and threats, she could see him throwing her beneath the bus if he couldn’t have her. “You’ve got an answer for everything, Theodore.”
    Cajun shrugged. “For the record, every time you call me Theodore I want to fuck you.”
    She laughed and slid her fingers down his arm, giving him a flirty expression she normally reserved for the big screen. “Theodore—” He yanked the car to the right onto the side of the road and slammed on the brakes. Good thing she’d belted in because she jerked forward at the sudden stop. “What the hell ?”
    He ignored her as he threw the vehicle into park, and released her seatbelt. The buckle banged against the side of the door as he snatched her out of the passenger seat. If she didn’t know better, she’d have thought him a sorceress too with the ease of his execution. A moment later, Olivia found herself straddling his lap, her breasts smashed against his chest, and the steering wheel pressing against her lower back.
    “I’ve no problems getting into your pants right here, catin.”
    As if to prove his words, he lowered the seat halfway back, and his hands gripped her hips with just the right amount of force to provoke her excitement. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, but knowing they could get caught at any moment thrilled her.
    Olivia moved, showing him how she’d ride him